A Pub With No Beer

by Gordon Parsons

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all

By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call

But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear

Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come

There's a faraway look on the face of the bum

The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer

What a terrible place is a pub with no beer

Gordon Parsons

by M. Beam

Sung to "Do Re Mi" from The Sound of Music

DOUGH... the stuff, that buys me beer

RAY..... the guy that sells me beer

ME...... the one, who drinks the beer

FAR..... a long run to get beer

SO...... I'll have another beer

LA...... La la la la la  beer

TEA...... no thanks, I'm drinking beer

That will leave me with no DOUGH.....


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